I am always a mess. I can never keep my own secrets. I laugh too hard at stupid things. I live in the past, in the memories. I have with the people I love. I am heartsick for all the things I can't get back. It's hard for me to define myself. I guess I'm just a cliche, the person who loved too hard and didn't get anything in return. I just want the one person who has never given me a second thought.
